It is relatively early on this Friday morning. I’ve been up for about an hour, so I am really just savouring the day at this point, enjoying the fact that it is Friday, and that today is a day off of the bike so I can relax and read my book a bit more.

I really don’t want to complicate my life. That is not to say that I don’t want to add to it, enhance it, even, but I want to keep it simple. To that end, I’ve had to make a few decisions about some things, and I may have to give out some unwelcome advice, but that’s the way it is.

I’ve been enjoying a Cape Breton musician lately, Carmel Mikol, who is really quite fantastic. Her vocal style, the way she phrases her songs, reminds me a lot of the Weakerthans, but I’ll let others be the judge of that. Here’s the title track, In My Bones, performed live at the Yellow Door in Montreal.

We’re young, then we’re old
Born with a fire that burns to coals
The path of hungry livin’
Is the one and only road
We’re pressed to make decisions
That divide and conquer souls
It’s a pity we’re forgiven
’cause it makes ours seem bold
Well in my bones I just know
this is nothing but a heart ache
but I’d rather have my heart break
than spend this night alone